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Hello readers! This blog is a writing blog featuring stories about fantasy, adventure, a tiny bit of possible comedy, and drama. Hopefully not the cringy cheesy drama but the intense (are they all going to die?) type of drama. There will be action, blood, gore, explosions, and sarcastic jokes. I hope you enjoy!

I’m only just getting things going so the chapters will released kind of slow, and be rather short. Hopefully that will change soon as the plot thickens. Please put up with my rookie mistakes as I improve.

Stenmar’s philosophy when it came to equipment involves caring for your tools like you would protect your life. His rationale was that your equipment supports every job they are designed for and are quite often the reason you can return home safely. With this reasoning he had decided to build me a full kit of weapons and armor. His only problem was that he didn’t know what kinds I’ll need.

A new home? It feels more like I’ve been inducted into the military. Since the day Stenmar invited me into his home six years have already passed. Although I’m only a child Stenmar decided to train me in the field of survival. Rui loaned a hand when it came to combat techniques since his style of fighting fit me better than Stenmar’s. Rui favored bows and lighter blades, rather than Stenmar’s straight forward method of bashing things over the head with a large hammer. Rui often praised my aptitude for stealth and archery, though my skill is far overshadowed by my terrible luck. Whenever I gained the perfect opportunity to stealthily take down a wild animal; I would do something stupid like tripping on grass, or fall from a tree branch.

We have been hiking through the woods for two days, and I have not learned anything about where we are going. Rui seems to be determinedly ignoring me as if I am a stray dog he found. He hasn’t treated me badly: making sure I had eaten and rested before the long hiking starts again. Rui even made me a hammock Saying: “We can’t let you freeze out here right?”

Where am I? It feels like I’ve been stuffed in a fur lined bag. The only thing visible is a vertical strip of bright light. Shielding my eyes; I attempt to sit up and look out of the opening of what must be a hammock. Still blinded from the bright light I lose my balance as the hammock flips leaving me falling ten feet to the ground. “You really do have the worst luck in the world kid. Did you tick off one of the Maelstrom or something?”